They Are Children [POEM]

There is nothing that could ever save a soul

for thinking that children should be exposed

to evil in preparation for the unmoving world.

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                     Allow me to appear out of thin air,

                     bring y'all this poem, and disappear

                     back into... well, to the real world,

                     I guess...

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╭          Bit of a Warning          ╮

Heavy Themes

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They Are Children

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ıllı Patrick Fore ıllı

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#PoemsByKyrie

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Heroes of stories and fairy tales alike

Were given the golden laurels for their success,

Along with epics and legends all untold

By tongues and whispers, by writings that bleeds red ink,

These young souls have seen more than war veterans;

Of spilt blood, of treachery, and of hopelessness

That lingered and stained this once beautiful world,

All shown to them in the most graphic of details,

And yet, despite the boorish, certain outcomes,

Their hearts barely wavered— or even if at all,

Damaged and broken, sure, but it remained strong

Enough to change the fickle course of history,

Heroes of stories and fairy tales alike

Rekindled the lost flames brought by Prometheus,

Brighter, far brighter than it had burned before,

Like the phoenix reborn, or of a newborn star,

Their rise was the epoch of a new era;

Predestined change that's been told time and time again,

Yet had been left to rot, forgotten and all,

For 'tis better to keep it a secret not known,

However, it was only a mere delay,

For even mortals who have thought themselves as gods

Never learnt the lesson of Babylon's Fall,

They never learnt the punishment for their hubris,

Regardless, there's one detail that's been left out—

These heroes of old, of stories and fairy tales,

Were nothing more than the innocent children

Who have yet to see the world without its dark blight,

The world might be cruel, stained, and left impure,

But to deny a child safety and all its forms,

To think it's fine to show them mercilessness

Simply because the world is cruel and unjust…

… is wrong, as it should be— for 'tis too bitter

Of a joke to show how beautiful the world was,

Then ask of them to bring back the days of yore,

Not considering they're too young to wield a sword,

Much less the great burden of expectations.

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ıllı Alina Fedorchenko ıllı

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